Taking Helen Home

I reached down, grabbed Helen's shoulders and turned her so that she was sitting on the hard, tiled floor. Her face was inches from my dripping cock. I pressed the slimey head to her lips; in a sex-fueled daze, she opened her mouth and sucked my cock in.

I couldn't believe it, I watched my wife, who only a couple of days before wouldn't dream of sucking my cock, slurp and lick my cum-dripping dick straight from her ass! Her eyes were closed as she sucked hungrily; she was a totally different woman.

After the loads I had dumped into her, I knew I wasn't gonna get off again this soon. I let her suck me clean. then I pulled out. I noticed that the two gloryholes were still empty. Pulling Helen to her feet, I tugged her blouse over her sticky face and tits. I then pulled her skirt up over her hips. I stuffed her panties into my pocket.

Helen could barely walk; I half carried her out of the booth and through the sex shop. As I passed the counter, the guy running the place handed me a business card, "Give me a call, I've got a proposal for you."

I dumped Helen into the rental car and drove back to our hotel. She was out for the count. It was well after midnight, so no one noticed as I dropped her over my shoulder and carried her to the elevator.

Once we were in our suite, I propped her up against the wall and pulled off her clothing. She smelled of cum and sex. My cock was hard, excited at what she had become. I bent Helen over the soft arm of the couch and plowed her pussy from behind. I fucked her hard, intent only on coming fast and deep in the depths of her pussy. I felt good not caring if she was satisfied.

Once I emptied my balls into her belly, I carried Helen to our bed, dropped her down, and pulled the sheet over her. Climbing in next to her, I fell asleep.